Beatrice Quinnamorn was a comely woman in her mid-twenties, but it wasn't her looks that had made her such a desirable woman to marry a few years back. Beatrice was bright, cheerful, honest, loyal and a quick study. Any domestic skill that a man needed his wife to possess to ensure domestic tranquility, Beatrice possessed. Not only possessed, but had mastered to a level that would equal farm wives twenty years her senior.
Beatrice's husband Harold was a good man, or tried to be. He depended a little too much on luck, and his luck was rarely good. Some days were hard, but thanks to Beatrice's skills, she and her husband got by (if just barely). The neighbors of the Quinnamorns often thought Beatrice would have been better off, and could be better off, if she found a man more worthy of her. But Beatrice was deeply in love with her husband. Or that's what she told herself, at any rate.
Then one day, while her husband was in town, Lord Pectusaman, the local Baron, stopped by to chat with Beatrice. He was a complete gentleman during the visit, but he was also straightforward. He wanted Beatrice to leave Harold and marry him. In return, she would live a life of luxury, and Lord Pectusaman would pay the debts that her husband had acquired.
Lord Pectusaman told her he would give her three days to think about it. When he returned, if Beatrice rejected his offer, Lord Pectusaman would never extend the offer again.
When Lord Pectusaman left, Beatrice pondered his offer. Does she talk to Harold about it?
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